Read Book

OSHO Online Library   »   The Books   »   The Secret

Chapter 9: Truth Simply Is

But how can you deduce it logically? Logically there is no way - unless you have also come upon the sunset. If you have seen the sunset, then you will be able to understand that the dance and the song on the flute and the painting and the man meditating are all using different languages - because they are talented in different languages, because they know different ways of expression - but the experience that has triggered those different manifestations comes from the same source, the same sunset.

Bahauddin speaks in his own way, but the truth remains the same. Truth is eternal. Truth is. Truth simply is. It is never new, it is never old, or, it is as old as mountains and as new as the dewdrops on the grassleaves in the early sun. It is both and it is neither; it is both and beyond.

But you cannot arrive at this conclusion only by thinking, you will have to move into experiencing. Truth has to become an existential phenomenon to you: you have to live it. Only by living it will you be able to know it, not vice versa; not by knowing it will you be able to live it, no.

That’s what has been traditionally told to you: know about truth so that you can practice and live it. That is utter nonsense. Live truth so that you can know it. Living comes first, experiencing comes first, and then the shadow falls on your intelligence too and your intelligence can make an understanding out of it.

That’s why Bahauddin created this situation; otherwise it would have been an unnecessary argument. This is his way.

Each master has his own way, but the truth is the same forever and forever.

A monk asked, “When I wish to become a buddha, what then?”

Joshu said, “You have set yourself quite a task, haven’t you?”

The monk said, “When there is no effort, what then?”

Joshu said, “Then you are a buddha already.”

You are truth. There is no need to know about it; you have to be silently listening to it in your inner world. You have to become still, calm and quiet, and suddenly the truth arises in you. Truth is already the case.

Once Joshu was asked about the “holy” person, the “purified” person. He responded, “There is no room in my place for such a rascal! Why should one be purer than one originally is? And moreover there is no one to be pure or impure inside.”

Then he was asked, “Who is Joshu?”

He said, “A rustic.” And that is what he happened to be - a Chinese peasant.

And then he was asked, “Then who is the buddha?”

He laughed and pointed to the field and said, “The man leading his oxen, it is He.”